Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Skarface,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.